This first month of the New Year, the journey continues.
The star promises that the Messiah is already a reality in this earthen world,
and hints that there are those who have found Him—
some have even embraced Him.
Yet for even those who are wise enough to seek,
this day is a desert day of dust and sand,
plodding and enduring—until the star stops.
Most of us believers—who travel in caravan—visualize as we go where that star-place will be.
We can’t help feeling that the place must be wonderful—
an oasis, a resort, a fine abode fit for a King.
Like those first travelers,
we are way too literally minded
to keep focused on the wonder
of the Incarnate One, Himself—
that He is the wonder.
Will we be disappointed with the destination of this day’s journey
when we find no place spectacular?
Will we, like the poet, miss the glory of the summit
because of bramble distractions?
Lord, today as every day, the hope of finding You on my journey—
that starring promise—
guides and pulls me along the dusty way.
Satisfy my seeking heart with the pleasant reality of Your sweet Self,
resting there in the familiar surroundings of common things.
And, Lord, fill me with gratitude
for Your provisions along my way to You.
